MN/P1Male/Morn/MomSolicit/AsktoMasturbate
From Create Your Own Story
Wanting to push your luck, you decide to ask your mom how she likes to pleasure herself. “Hey, Mom... how do you... you know..?” Your mother sits up a little and looks at you in confusion. “How do you get yourself off?”
Your mother's face turns red. “I... I don't want to tell you.”
“Come on, you don't have to tell me, just show me...” You urge.
Your mother looks around, debating your request. “O-okay...” She says cautiously as she lays back down again. With her legs spread, she reaches down to her muff. She circles her button with her thumb and index finger, rubbing at and pinching her clitoris lightly. She starts rocking her hips as all her fingers engage her mons pubis. Her right hand rubs gentle circles on her sex as her left reaches for her breasts. Your mother forgets herself in that moment, masturbating in front of her son. You quickly wonder what she's masturbating about, but don't dare to ask.
You feel your erection pulsing, wishing to enter your mother's tunnel. You lick your lips as your own hand reaches towards your wrapped up pecker, but your mother stops abruptly. You blink dumbly as her as she makes eye contact with you.
“Happy?” She asks.
“Yeah...” You answer her untruthfully. You were hoping that she'd bring herself to an orgasm or something.
“Now, let's get started.” She says as she scoots in the bed to make room for you. You stay on your knees and watch your girth swing over her snatch. She reaches out and gently grabs your length and guides it to her moist love hole.
“Now, gently push up against me.” She instructs.
You do as she asks and both of you gasp as her flesh yields around your rock hard cock. You stay like that and feel your mother's love canal adjusts around you. It's amazingly hot and tight, but elastic against your pole. Because of your request, as you bottom out inside of her, you feel her wetness around your base.
You lift off her and dive back down, sawing yourself into her moist baby maker. Her breathing increases along with your pace. You look down and see her head turned away from you to face your window. One of her arms hold her wet towel against her which grips her flesh beautifully. An animalistic urge fills you and you feel the urge to rip her towel away, or kiss her or something...
